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To Protect the Alpha Female	By : Sylean Category: InuYasha > General Views: 10682 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 22: To Scent Mark

The sword was much too long for her, he noted, as she struggled to get it out of the sheath. She needed a shorter blade, or one that had no need for a covering, if she proved effective with what she now held, in terrible form, out in front of her. If he thought teaching her with a bow was aggravating, he was about to realize a sword, was even more so, especially when she wasn’t even looking in his direction, “You will not learn if you do not pay attention.”

“Oh, right, sorry,” she felt hopeless already and they hadn’t even started. Maybe she could learn how to just disappear, yeah, that’d get her out from under his scrutinizing gaze. If only it was possible. Holding both hands, one right after the other, on the worn hilt of the untransformed Tessaiga, she waited for her next instruction, but it didn’t come, instead her sword was struck faster than her eyes could track and knocked from her grip. Before her eyes even focused, she felt the cold metal against her throat. Even knowing he was using Tenseiga, a blade that couldn’t cut, she still felt the shrill feeling of fear. He pulled it away; she could breathe again. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to tell me what to do before attacking me? That is how training works, right?”

He just looked at her blankly, “Have you forgotten already what you learned last time?”

“Oh, I was suppose to use my powers?” she realized as she jogged over to retrieve the blade. “But, this is a demon blade, won’t holy powers hurt it?”

“It is a channel, and it would not be the first time you have used it as such,” she still didn’t quite understand the differences and similarities between demonic and holy energies, not even after his explanation.

‘Okay, think, what did I do last time in training,’ she probed her memory. ‘I believed I could do it; I remembered how I could use this training to protect my friends. Protect! Of course, Tessaiga was forged to protect!’ She felt it pulse under her grip, lifting it up to stare at it appraisingly.

‘Tessaiga approves of her,’ Sesshomaru watched the exchange.

Feeling the life of the sword, as odd as that sounded in her head, enlivened her determination and she held it out signaling she was ready. Tenseiga’s blade was halted a hairs breadth from clashing with Tessaiga. In essence her powers manifested by erecting a barrier around the worn state of the fang, diverting Sesshomaru’s strike in a brilliant display of clashing energies. He was testing her; beginning his strike with minimal force, he increased his pressure until she crumbled, gauging the extent of her abilities. His attack, swift as it was, she kept him from casting the sword away, but she soon toppled to her backside; the weak link being her footing. Good, at least she remembered her last lesson. Honestly, she was picking it up rather quickly for this being her first lesson; she was not expected to be a master after only a few short hours.

“Ouch,” she stood, rubbing her bottom. “That hurt.” Now if only she could learn without so much useless chatter.

“Assume a fighting stance,” she did as told and he walked over, using his booted feet to readjust her footing and using Tenseiga to lower the height in which she held Tessaiga. Her previous posture had left her wide open; even if she could utilize her powers, she still needed to learn to stay on her feet and cover her vulnerabilities. He had been benevolent to only strike at the sword and not her body, but an enemy would not give her such leniency. He could see the slayer, her pack’s beta female being of use in this way. It would provide a sparring partner closer to her strength to help her learn swordsmanship basics.

The position he put her in, it didn’t quite feel right, but she trusted his expertise, and this time managed to stay upright. Only problem was, his second swing, which she moved out of the position he put her in to meet, sent her flying even more than the first. Suddenly, a memory came surfacing as she lay on her back groaning at the impact, causing her to scramble up before he could pin her.

Her clothing, it needed to be remedied, and soon. He doubted she noticed, but in her frenzied rush to right herself, he caught sight of the odd cloth she used to cover her nether regions beneath her far too short kimono, and nearly growled at the possibility of any other males spying her in such a way. It was quite common for her skin to flush and turn a vibrant pink, as she was now. Only difference this time is she adamantly refused to meet his gaze. “You are distracted,” he observed aloud when he noticed she had a hard time looking at him.

“I’m not trying to be,” the book said sparring could easily turn into something more; was he trying to get her in that kind of situation? She didn’t know; mostly because, she didn’t know him much at all.

“Speak that which troubles you,” he ordered gently, as he learned to do when talking to Rin.

“I just realized, I don’t really know you that well. I mean, the book helped,” her blush intensified, “but other than a few brief encounters, most of what I know about you, specifically, is what Inuyasha has told me...” she paused, toeing circles in the dirt before glancing up shyly, only to return her vision to the grass stems she was fidgeting with. “And I doubt he portrays you accurately.” That was an obvious understatement; he didn’t need her to ramble about things he already knew. “So I figured, it'd be nice to get to know you better,” she then lowered her voice to a near inaudible level, “and you know, see what happens.” Her explanation ended with her hands folded behind her back, looking anywhere but at his intense, intimidating, golden eyes.

‘Did she just, request a courtship?’ it was unorthodox, but so was everything about her. He had not been expecting such an outcome for this day, and couldn’t be more pleased.

“You accept this Sesshomaru’s suit?” he requested verification, making a question actually sound like one, for once.

She nodded shyly while biting her lower lip, “I won’t ever get to know you if I don’t.”

“It is customary to bestow a gift, but I have not anything prepared at this moment,” he told her, calculating in his mind how long it would take to retrieve something suitable.

“Can, I make a request?” she knew something she wanted, something she doubted he would ever guess, and that didn’t cost a thing.

He nearly let his mask slip at that, ‘Yes, any directional advice with you would be much appreciated.’ She had proven to be complicated enough. “Hn,” and a nod of approval were all he let out.

“Well, I remember once, and I was kind of preoccupied with not dying, but I still noticed, and I was wondering if, well, if it wouldn’t result in bodily harm, or being melted, or crushed… maybe its not such a good idea, but I’m curious, and…” she mumbled, trying to express every aspect of her request in a single sentence.

“Kagome, cease such incoherent speech and tell this Sesshomaru what it is you request,” he cut through the static.

She growled to herself before the words erupted out haphazardly. “I was wondering if you would turn into your true form so I can see if your fur is really as soft as it looks,” she spit out her childish hopes as quickly as possible, all in one breathe, before she could think about changing her mind.

Never would he have expected this request, she wanted to see if “his fur was soft.” It was almost too easy. He could attain any number of expensive, rare, or foreign gifts, yet all she wanted was to touch him. Granted, had anyone else made that request, he might have agreed simply to crush them in his jaws, but he already knew he had no desire to harm her, so even in his true form, she would be safe. A demon’s beast does what they truly want to do, without the barriers, logical reasoning, or control that usually holds them back. He had discovered this the hard way in his youth. Despite that possible risk from his predatory nature; he knew he would not intentionally injure her. There was something he wanted to do to her, but it was not to cause her pain.

“It’s not too much to ask, is it?” she looked up, not seeing so much as a hint to his answer.

‘A simple transformation to appease your curiosity; a display of power,’ he weighed the options. ‘No, it's not too much, my intended.’ “I will agree to your request,” his words were instantly met with a far too high-pitched squeal. He watched her bounce around erratically, as if in childish triumph. “Do understand, there may be repercussions to your request,” he added, just to make sure she could say nothing against him, whatever the end result may be.

“Repercussions,” she gulped loudly and stopped her celebratory exclamation, that didn’t sound pleasant, “like what? You won't turn me into your chew toy, will you?”

“I have no desire to harm you in any way,” he reassured her. “However, that form is without restraint. Do you still wish to continue?”

“Hmm...” she thought aloud briefly, before blurting her answer, “Yes.” 'If I don't, I'll always wonder, ‘what if.’ He said he doesn't want to hurt me; what's the worst that can happen?' She showed far more trust in him than she should at this stage, but who was he to complain when it coincided with his goals. Kagome had no idea what she just agreed to, but she would soon enough. Demon courting was nothing like her idea of human dating.

Objective met, he attained consent. Kagome had agreed to a courtship, he could now lay claim. His bestial side wouldn’t harm her, but he was not about to let her walk away without placing a scent mark. He would make it be known to all just whom she belonged to. A rare smirk slipped out, lasting only a few seconds, but was enough to make Kagome wonder if she had just made a dangerous mistake. Time felt like it slowed for her as she watched him sheathe Tenseiga, and motion for her to do the same. She managed to get the fang back into its sheath easier than when she withdrew it, but it was still a rough motion.

The hair on the back of her neck instantly stood on edge as his eyes bled red, his markings crept out of their perfect lines, his fangs usually hidden perfectly peered out of his widening mouth, and his hair whipped around him with an unnatural wind. She was instantly brought back to when she first saw him like this, and could not suppress the fear that bubbled up in her chest. What the hell had she been thinking asking for this? Light engulfed his form and shot into the air, only to land with a crash, blowing most of the downed stalks of grass and flowers away. Her forearms blocked the onslaught, assisted by the sheathed Tessaiga, until the artificial storm settled down and she dared peak out.

Standing not twenty feet in front of her, was the most magnificent being she had ever met in this era. He had his head lowered to her height, and watched her closely with those impossibly red eyes. She observed the blue slit of his iris, that seemed to be drowning in that mass of red, but it was not a cold expression. She was quite taken aback to see the emotions in him. He did say this form was without restraint, did that include emotions, not just actions? She could clearly recall snarling and barking when he fought Inuyasha in their father’s grave; did that mean he could show other emotions in this form too? Her questions answered themselves when he cocked his head to the side, just as a curious dog would do when presented with something new. It instantly rang through her mind just how primal he was right now. He was just a giant dog; and she found it adorable, like a big, fluffy puppy. “Amazing,” was all she was able to get out at the spectacular sight and groundbreaking realization.

She started moving closer, then thought better, and put Tessaiga down first. It was, after all, the weapon that cut his leg off. Her knees wavered as she urged herself on, but her grin never faltered. She held the back of her hand out, like one would do to introduce themself to a new dog, and almost giggled when he sniffed at her. His breath was strong enough to blow her hair like a strong gust. She continued walking, until she got to his front paw, just one, because he had lost the other in battle. It didn’t seem to affect him, but she felt the guilt of being part of the reason his body was marred in such a way. The remaining one, it was huge, reaching as high as her waist, with tufts of that silky looking fur on each side. That was her goal; she wanted so badly to pet him, and here was her chance.

Reaching out her hand, she let the lunar strands slide between her fingers, ghosting along her skin and barely registering to her senses. She had never felt anything like it; nothing compared to just how soft and smooth, how otherworldly his coat felt. “Oh wow,” she let the mutter slip out. Joining her first hand was the second, and she reveled in the feel, and found skin once her entire arm had been engulfed in the silky texture. She could so easily fall asleep curled up against him, it would be so comfortable and soothing.

Kagome nearly flinched when he moved closer, just a slight bit, and decided to try something experimentally; she began rubbing her hand along the skin beneath his fur, and felt the vibration from a low growl, too low for her ears to register. She looked up, but saw no upset in his remarkably expressive eyes; in fact, he looked to be asking for more. She nearly forgot just whom she was touching; this side of him was so different, and not just in form. She wondered, would it be possible to reach that large patch of fur around his chest. Would he wag his tail? If she could get him to lie down so she could reach his belly, could she get his leg scratching?

Her petting was interrupted when she felt the wind from him sniffing across the top of her head. Changing her direction, she pulled her hands from the cloud-like fluff and instead opened her arms to greet his massive muzzle. He snuffled into her belly, nudging slightly as if he was nuzzling into her and making her giggle at how cute she saw it. That was, until his nudging threw her balance off kilter, sending her to the ground on her butt.

“Hey,” she whined. “Be careful. I’m much smaller than you, ya know.” He kept her pinned, his nose scenting her thoroughly, before adding the aroma that was missing. His giant, ragged tongue slipped out, dragging up her entire body, from foot to head, paying no attention to how it displaced her skirt from covering her. “Ah,” she squealed in surprise and disgust, quickly holding her skirt down with one hand and shielding her face with the other. He kept lapping at her, over and over. “What… do you think… you’re doing?” Eww, it was so slimy, his saliva seeping into her clothes and drenching her all the way to the skin. “Ses… sho… maru, Stop… it!” The tongue bath ended and after catching her breath she looked out from under her drool-saturated arm to see him standing there in his human form. “What was that all about?” her voice pitched, cracking slightly. Seriously, she was soaked, and unlike water, it was slick, and kind of sticky. ‘Disgusting! It’ll take hours to wash this off!’ Moving to stand up, she fell right back down from the slippery puddle underneath her. Growling to herself, she tried again, this time mindful of her footing. At least it wasn’t a puddle of acid like last time, but it was still gross.

“It would be advantageous to train with the slayer; she can instruct you in basic sword techniques,” he told her, ignoring the outburst regarding her moistened condition. He had warned her ahead of time. His instincts were much calmer, now that she carried his scent. All that would have been necessary was a small lick to her neck in his human-like form, but that didn’t mean that was all he wanted to do. Now she was covered in his scent, and there was no way to mistake it. She was his, and every demon would know it.

Kagome grumbled irately before stomping back over to retrieve Tessaiga and get back to camp. Breaking through the tree line with her arms outstretched and completely drenched, his drool slipping down her body to pool at her feet, her companions looked at her with wide, disbelieving eyes.

“That’s a bit overkill,” Inuyasha commented while stifling his amusement; he was trying not to laugh knowing it would get him sat many times over.

“I need a bath,” Kagome told them, meaning that there was no way she was leaving until she got what she wanted. She shook as much slobber off her arms as she could, which wasn’t much; the stuff clung to her.

“Hey, don’t get that nasty stuff on me, gross,” Inuyasha complained.

“And how do you think I feel?” she raised her voice right back.

“Hey, you agreed to it,” Inuyasha reminded. Sesshomaru wouldn’t have scent marked her if she hadn’t.

“I didn’t agree to get slimed,” she tossed both the rebuttal and Tessaiga back to him.

“Nasty, you got his drool all over my sword. Disgusting.”
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